Olivia's POV

I was still shaking, not trusting my legs as we walked towards the main house. I'd seen videos of tasered people, but those didn't do it justice. "Where are we going," I asked the goon who was 'helping' me along.

"A guest room in the Council's wing," he said. "For now, you are in protective custody. As long as you cooperate, you'll be comfortable."

"And if not?"

"Protective custody can be in the cells, too."

That part, I understood. I looked up at Vicki; a female guard was carrying her in front of us, her head on her shoulder so she could see me. She was quietly crying,...